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I pity the poor immigrant Who tramples through the mud Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood Whose visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass lowbrow art style, surreal, Cinematic Lighting
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CFG Scale4
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Euler a
Seed1351157371
Steps20
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no minors,children
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